Of course, since their cultures and environments were not all that different, Rogue felt an unusual sense of kinship with the players.
He did not dwell on the minor differences and start thinking of himself as unbearably lonely because of them.
After all, even in his original world, the environments and cultures of different places varied greatly.
Let alone the players' relatively similar real world.
Otherwise, he would not have considered Wowo a "fellow countryman."
After hearing this, Wowo froze for a moment.
"...So you came from a parallel world similar to ours..."
Wowo murmured. At the same time, she seemed to sense the faint loneliness hidden in Rogue's words and could not help trying to comfort him.
"It's fine. Now I'm the same as you."
"If it can't be changed, then all we can do is accept it."
Hearing her words, Rogue smiled and did not continue the topic.
"Eat this! It's delicious!"
Though Little Snail could not understand what the two were discussing, the little one did not forget Rogue when she had something tasty. With great effort, she held a pastry up to his mouth.
Rogue laughed. He did not refuse the little one's kindness and gave her head a pat.
The two continued chatting. Wowo still had many questions. She was curious about Spirit Candle, and equally curious about this fantastical Burning World.
Rogue patiently answered her, but when it came to certain crucial or oppressive matters, he only gave brief replies.
After all, for Wowo, it was far better for some things to remain unknown than for her to know the truth...
The hands of time kept turning steadily in their fixed direction.
The players gradually began adapting to the new version of the Beacon of the Other Shore, and their exploration of unknown